Once before the very eyes of Judas appeared His swarthy countenance, now marred out of human semblance, and covered with a forest of dishevelled hair.

Then some one's hand plunged into those locks, threw the Man down, and rhythmically turning His head from one side to the other, began to wipe the filthy floor with His face.

Right under the window a soldier was sleeping, his open mouth revealing his glittering white teeth; and some one's broad back, with naked, brawny neck, barred the window, so that nothing more could be seen.

And suddenly the noise ceased.
"What's that?
Why are they silent?
Have they suddenly divined the truth ?" Momentarily the whole head of Judas, in all its parts, was filled with the rumbling, shouting and roaring of a thousand maddened thoughts! Had they divined?
They understood that this was the very best of men--it was so simple, so clear! Lo! He is coming out, and behind Him they are abjectly crawling.

Yes, He is coming here, to Judas, coming out a victor, a hero, arbiter of the truth, a god....
"Who is deceiving Judas?
Who is right ?" But no.